Unconditional Chapter 3
‘You know you can’t just sleep here.’ Snarky voice knocked him out of his dream.
‘I swear to God Min...’ half-conscious man hissed while his supervisor smirked. ‘Yeah... I can go home, lay down and be called in 2 hours later... No thanks, waste of petrol driving up and doooown.’ he finished with a yawn.
‘Sorry for that...’
‘It’s ok. It’s just a weird case right?’
‘Weird or not you can’t be here 24 hours!’ tall man sat beside the doctor who’s lap was occupied by a human size blanket mountain moving steadily - breathing. ‘You have other responsibilities, other patients. You need to let him go.’ Yunho’s heart stung painfully at the sound of that.
‘Yeah... I guess...’
He knew the raven little over 24 hours yet he couldn’t think of leaving the boy in someone else’s hands. Sure, he was tired - dead tired. Looking after the patient proved to be energy and time consuming task. Jaejoong was absolutely not able to take care of himself, apart from being injured, he couldn’t walk, speak, feed himself or clean himself (not counting licking his wounds - Yunho shivered at the thought)! He needed attention 24/7! How could Min tell him to let go?!
‘You do know you are making a mistake?’ Changmin spoke as if he was answering his thoughts.
‘I... I can’t just...’ he sighed.
‘Look you’re tired. It was a hell of a day.’ supervisor checked his watch - 2 am. ‘Take the rest of your shift off, go home and sleep.’
The idea of his own bed seemed quite welcoming; come to think of it, after spending a day on a blanket with back against the wall shielded only with a thin pillow, anything that involved matters and a proper horizontal position seemed like a good idea. His back will not be thanking him for today he was sure of it. He was fairly surprised that it wasn’t killing him just yet, though he had a nasty feeling it was just because he was putting all his concentration on the boy (to the point he had to remind himself to breathe). Summing all that up, he should be doing his infamous victory dance for finishing his shift 3 hours early - completely forgetting the fact he was summoned 5 hours before he was due - but somehow he wasn’t really happy about the whole deal. Leaving the room no 5 was harder than he thought.
Yunho noticed Changmin gave the raven a sedative to keep him asleep as long as possible then helped him to transport the weak frame onto the bed. He noted, to his horror, how thin Jaejoong really was, bones nearly sticking out through bruised skin, his stomach concave as if it contained no internal organs. He double and triple checked if all the wounds were properly dressed and...
‘Yunho that’s nurses’ job to worry about such details.’ Changmin sighed.
‘How come you don’t fuss over any other patient like that Jung?’ a low and somewhat greasy tone stopped brunette in his actions.
‘Park... have you swapped shifts without notifying me? Again!’ taller doctor hissed towards snickering one.
‘If it wasn’t for you and your nurse affairs I wouldn’t have to fuss over this one!’ youngest attacked.
‘But if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t get to feed your ‘messiah complex’* no?’ dark hair man waltzed into the room leaning over the sleeping boy. ‘My, my, he is quite a cutie. Under all those dressings of course.’
‘Watch it Chun...’ anger slowly boiled in him.
‘Ah... so possessive already? You wouldn’t have hotts for him would you? That would be so unethical!’ slightly shorter man Park covered his eyes dramatically.
‘What?!’ Yunho took a fistful of the other’s coat.
‘Hey! Hey! Break it up! Seriously! It’s like kindergarten with you two!! Yunho go home. Chun you come with me. We have to talk about ethics.’ Both men eased up and did as they were told.
~*~
Yoochun’s words wouldn’t stop ringing in his head. Messiah complex my ass brunette tried to laugh it off. He did his job as well as he could but there was no extra, unneeded care or any complex! Stupid psychiatrist! Just coz he can’t help himself around people doesn’t mean I’m the same! Waking out of the shower his course was directed towards the bed - strange anxiety clinging to his bones.
Yunho struggled from his broken sleep at dreadful 9 am. Bumping around his kitchen, trying to make coffee, he let his mind ponder on what made him get up ‘in the middle of the night’ as he referred to. His mobile showed no signs of life, no unread messages, no missed calls from worried or upset girlfriend or neglected friends, a sad throb went through his heart.
It was true that his abnormal work schedule, plus few odd lecture hours in school didn’t really encourage any social behaviour, not to mention his work place, being a ‘looney bin’ didn’t make a great advert; it was also true that he always found it difficult to socialize. Feeling like a disappointment on last family gathering made him realize certain things and rethink his priorities, which ended up in spending half of his wages on booze and smokes. The great life of Jung Yunho...
Sighing heavily he parked his behind on a bar like stool sipping his morning bitter drink. Slowly the fog in his head started to clear off and the events of the day and night before came to him little by little. Next thing he knew, he felt a hot liquid pouring over his hand.
‘Fuck!’ a painful hiss escaped his lips as the cup landed on a floor. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ waving his burned hand Yunho tried to pick up the smashed pieces of his favourite mug. ‘Not my fucking day...’
After washing the kitchen floor, wincing from time to time when soap water got on his bitten skin, he just sat against the kitchen wall - it felt like a sickening déjà vu. Somehow, his spine decided it remembered this position way to well and wasn’t fond of that memory. Groaning in pain, the man struggled up and stumbled towards medicine cabinet, feeling like 70-year-old. Young man didn’t want to recall why his back was refusing to bend the way it’s supposed to. He didn’t want to feel anxious, worried or attached to… something yet moments later he found himself driving down the road towards the damned hospital.
‘The fuck are you doing here?’ welcomed him.
‘Seriously Min, you need to get laid or some fresh air. Something happened?’ he could swear his supervisor was living in this place.
‘Yeah - you. What are you doing here?
‘I could ask the same. Doing another 24 hours I see.’
‘Nah, just finishing up. I was on my way out . You? Don’t tell me...’
‘Then I’m not gonna tell you.’ Yunho cut him off walking out the door.
~*~
Room no. 5 seemed so quiet at first young doctor thought it was empty. The absence of the vile smell along with a vacant spot on the floor gave him an odd feeling of a heavy block of ice sinking down the pit of is insides. Then, a beep of a respirator brought back the reason and forced his eyes on the bed.
‘He wasn’t stable. I had to induce him.’ a matter of fact voice materialized behind Yunho making him nearly jump out of his skin.
‘Jesus, fuck, Min! You can’t do that to people!!’ brunette spun around wishing he could wring the man’s neck but when he was faced with a self satisfied smirk he decided that wasting energy on strangling the bastard wasn’t worth it and turned back to the sleeping boy.
‘All the kicking and biting finally took a toll on him. I want to keep him in coma for next 48 maybe 72 hours to get the wounds a chance to close up.’ Younger doctor just nodded at the statement, his eyes never leaving the peaceful face, covered by hideous, clear plastic mask.
Strangely, the sight of the raven made Yunho think of an angel - a heavenly creature, who had fallen from the skies landing quite unfortunately on a rose bush - a very thorny rose bush. He shook his head trying to get the odd connotation out of his mind.
‘Come to think of it I need to get someone to shave off his hair.’
‘What?’
‘Les of a hassle. You should’ve seen what the nurses had to go though when he was admitted. This kid was acting like the water was going to burn hols in his skin. Thank god for dry shampoos. I can’t allow him to stay like this.’ Tall doctor gestured at the mop of tangled locks. ‘I’ll get Junsu to do it later on.’ He said more to himself.
‘No... I-I’ll take care of it.’
‘What? Ohh you’ve got to be shitting me... You’ve gone mad you know that?’
‘I’ll do it so save it.’ Yunho looked away frustrated. Somehow a thought of Jaejoong losing his hair, the last barrier he could hide behind, and feel somewhat invisible, made Yunho mouth go dry. There was no way he was allowing that to happen.
‘Ok... Chun was right it’s either one or the other...’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Nothing. I don’t care what or who does it. I expect him to be squeaky clean by lunch time. I might even reconsider the hair...’ He walked out the door not bothering to close it.
‘B-But I’m not even on my shift!!’ Changmin must’ve gone crackers!
‘Did I say I care?’ was the reply he got from the corridor.
Sighing heavily Yunho dragged himself out of the room, heading to get changed. ‘That’s what you get for being a busy body...’ mumbled to himself while changing ‘and I bet I’m not gonna be paid for it either’ another sigh.
* messiah complex is a state of mind in which an individual holds a belief they are destined to become, a savior.
A/N sorry there is not much YunJae here >_<' I had more written but I had to cut it in half coz it would make way too long of a chapter >_<'
again to my lovely betas 'I'm sorry' m(_ _)m I'm such an impatient bitch I know >_<'
thank you for reading and let me know what you think ok? ^^